15.
There is a boy I know whose lot in life is to serve other men, especially with his warm holes. He knows it, I know it. He’s now in his 40s, but his need to serve began many years ago. At age 15 this boy began to offer up his hole to older men in a forest preserve near his home. There was little verbal exchange involved–it was just a transaction. The older men got what they needed, which was to unload in a warm hole after work, often before they returned home to their wives. And the boy, this pig boy, had found his true path in life–under the many men who would use his warm holes for decades to come. This pig boy knows his place and it shows. Serving older men in the woods as a teenager was just a precursor to the years of serving that lay ahead. So every time that this pig boy of mine took a load from an anonymous stranger in the woods, then walked home feeling both gratified and conflicted, inevitably producing cum-stained underwear for his mother to launder, he was learning the role he was to play in life. And time has not changed that role. He was then, and is to this day, here to serve and pleasure other men. It doesn’t matter whether he enjoys it. None of us cares about that. His gratification is irrelevant. My gratification and that of other men he serves is everything.
This pig boy had the good fortune to find me on the Internet in late 2005. All things considered, I would have to say that all of his prior experience serving countless men in countless venues over the years, prepared him well for his new life–the life in which he is tied to me forever. The life he now leads, and always will. So what began at age 15 for this pig boy would ultimately propel him into his proper role and place, serving me, for the rest of his life. Numbers seem to mean a lot with this pig boy. They always do. So for this boy, he will always remain 15 regardless his current chronological age. The psychology, the animal urges that compelled him to bend over in the woods as a teenager, the needs within him that led him to lay on the floor of an adult bookstore in a cold puddle of strangers’ semen, ultimately put him right where I wanted him. Now he serves me, and nothing will ever change that. He can try to forget me. He can try to escape me. But there is no escape. He is tethered to me for life. I could always walk away from him, abandon him, cut off all communication with him, but he can never escape me. Even after he passes from this life, I will haunt him. Of this I am certain. All I can say is that he’s one lucky fucking pig boy to have found his rightful place tethered to me forever.
I don’t know if you have a tracker to tell you how many people are reading this, so I wanted to comment and let you know that I find your tales extremely hot, and I appreciate you posting them.
Ditto on “extremely hot.” As a bottom, one “training” question I’ve had is whether its my responsibility to awaken my “inner cunt,” or is it okay to expect that certain tops along the way will guide me. What do you think?
UticaJoe,
It is your responsibility to follow that which resonates most deeply within you. If you listen to the inner voice that guides you and act accordingly, the rest will take care of itself.
LSB